Rodise wasn’t the kind of person who really had anything too bizarre happen to him. He pretty much lived an uneventful life, at times to the point of monotony, where he’d have to act on his devilish nature to stir up some sort of fun for himself.
In the midst of all of the chaos in Pitch World, he seemed to just ignore it and act as if it existed in another dimension. The only things that really got in his way were the copious amounts of rain from his ever-weeping devil.
It was groan worthy at best.
But today was a little different. Today he came across what looked like a murder scene in action. Sure, it was typical to find blood and bodies, but usually it just seemed like they had been there for a while, but there was actually someone towering over one of the fallen.
Rodise was transfixed on this figure, and a thousand questions pelted his mind as he stood there like some spectator.
“What the hell?”
